And yes, I heard it.

It's a voice coming from the bottom of

a deep, deep valley inside me,

whispering in my ears:

before the tea in your cup

dries and disappears,

before it draws a picture of you

at the bottom of the cup,

imprint yourself, a picture

in the hearts and heads of others.

Let the picture tell everyone,

you were here.

You said something.

You wrote something.

You did something, and yes,

worked hard to enlighten those who

wanted to become enlightened.

Never care about

shallow-minded,

and empty spirit people who

try to stop you,

because of their sickness.

Continue giving

in order not to die

while you're alive.